#1678 (#339)

Hurry Close a place

for lovers to be as one

and do so quickly

#1677 (#338)

guided by migraines

pulling me this way and that

leading decisions

#1676 (#337)

the giant wolf cloud

slowly moving forward to 

briefly eat the moon

#1675

outwardly orange; 

inside gnarled, warty, green and 

bitter as the gourd.

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Written for the October Tricycle Haiku Challenge using the Autumn season word, Gourd.

#1674 (#336)

winter sun so low

i can catch it with my eyes

wear it as glasses

#1673 (#335)

cold in the shadows

where the sun cannot see you

to offer you warmth

#1672 (#334)

bright light invading

and pushing in little pins 

making a migraine